Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 138 I will talk to the holy master, the Ye family army on the Canglang River crosses the river! 【Ask monthly ticket】

The snow fell from the sky, falling bit by bit on the ancient stone tablet. The stone tablet was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the characters on it were blurred.

But An Le wiped off the snow on the stone tablet, and still saw the two ancient seal characters on it.

Lishan.

With the help of the power of the golden elixir of sword intent, the emperor's stone figurines used two swords in total. One sword cut off the sleeve of Emperor Yuanmeng and left sword marks on his strong body, and the other sword brought peace and happiness. Zhao Huangting left Yuanmeng Dadu and appeared at the foot of this mountain.

The towering emerald green mountains are painted pictures, and the clouds make snow all over the sky.

The snow fell all over the mountain, making the whole mountain look lifeless, like a large tomb lying in the world, exuding a bone-chilling coldness and sadness.

"Senior, are you still there?"

An Le stroked the snow on the stone tablet with his palm, and asked softly in his heart.

The green mountain of the bamboo sword hanging from the waist has returned to silence, as if there is no brilliance anymore.

With a thought, he sank into the bamboo sword and green mountain.

The green hills are faint, surrounded by clouds and mist.

An Le's mind appeared on the stone path of the green mountain, and the golden rain that fell had already disappeared, and the world returned to dead silence again, like the dead silence that floats and sinks in the years as before.

The majestic stone figurine of the emperor is still standing here, standing and looking at it, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

An Le's inquiry lingered in the entire Qingshan space.

The bamboo forest in the mountain swayed slightly, making the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, which seemed quite quiet. When the tenth stone step went up, it was gradually shrouded in mist, and it was no longer clear.

An Le did not climb the stone steps rashly, he knew that to climb the steps, he needed to carry the emperor's stone figurines, and the emperor's stone figurines would help him cut off the immortal vision left on the stone steps.

As for the Golden Elixir of Sword Intent that can revive the senior, it also came from these stone steps, and from the visions of these beheaded immortals.

Looking up, the stone steps are densely packed and stretching as far as the eye can see. I don't know how many there are.

And the green hills are so high that there is no limit.

The current him has just picked up the stone figurines and set foot on the stone steps in the mountains.

The road has only just begun.

"Want to see the scenery on the top of the mountain?"

A soft voice suddenly floated up.

An Le, who thought that the emperor's stone figurines were completely silent, couldn't help showing a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Senior?"

"The power of the sword intent is too little, Gu can only cut two swords, one sword to demonstrate, and one sword to take you away."

"The alien emperor is not weak. If it weren't for the dragon veins restricting him, it would be difficult for him to go all out, otherwise there would be a lot of trouble."

The voice was a bit ethereal, although she didn't know where it came from, but An Le knew that it was the emperor's stone figurine who spoke.

"Thousands of years have passed, but I never thought that today's Zhongtu mountains and rivers are actually called emperors by a foreign race... Gu never thought that there would be such a day."

There was a little regret in the soft voice.

But that doesn't seem to be a surprise.

"Foreign races have never been weak. They grew up in a harsh environment, so they pursue beautiful things. Middle-earth is a great temptation for them. For strong alien races, Middle-earth, protected by dragon veins, is a place they yearn for. "

"Gu once ordered the general to garrison, and there was an army of monsters to coerce the foreign race, but after all, the foreign race still ravaged the Middle Earth."

The soft voice was like a gentle breeze, and the voice became weaker and weaker.

"Can senior still wake up?" An Le asked.

"The power of the Golden Elixir of Sword Intent can allow Gu to look at the mountains and rivers of the world, climb the stone paths of Qingshan Mountains, and withdraw the sword intent of beheading immortals, and then gather the Golden Elixir of Sword Intent... However, if you want to continue climbing on the stone paths, you must Waiting for you to set foot on the Six Realms."

"Only at the sixth level can we continue walking? It's only the tenth level now..." An Le asked with some doubts.

The stone path stretches as far as the eye can see, but he can only ascend to the tenth level with his double five-level cultivation?

Five realms... so worthless?
"If Gu Ruo helps you slay immortals, you can easily climb the mountain, but now that Gu has exhausted the power of the Golden Core of Sword Intent, you have to go to the next level by yourself, and you have to kill celestial beings by yourself."

"If you want to kill the immortals of the next level, you can only do it at the sixth level, and the Qingshan Stone Path...is not a path for practitioners below the fifth level."

The emperor stone figurine's voice was light and ethereal, but there was no trace of impatience.

When An Le heard the words, he suddenly realized.

"Anle, make yourself stronger. The foreign race is called the emperor in Middle-earth. It really makes Gu very uncomfortable."

"Lonely, it's hard to calm down."

The voice of the emperor's stone figurines became smaller and smaller.

An Le nodded solemnly, and said the answer that was written on the scroll of Chunwei.

"Expel the Tartars and recover Middle Earth, I will work hard."

It's a promise.

Not just a commitment to Emperor Stone.

The emperor's stone figurine seemed very satisfied, and there was a faint voice of a smile floating around.

The bamboo sea is faint, refreshing and refreshing.

The emperor's stone figurine's voice became lower and lower, almost falling asleep, but he still said, "Anle, do you know why I sent you to Mount Li?"

An Le naturally knew some reasons, but it was difficult to speak at the moment.

The emperor's stone figurine smiled softly: "The bottom of Lishan Mountain stretches endlessly, leaving a unique fate for you... However, you are still not capable of controlling this fate."

"The foreign emperor's talent is very good. He has broken through both the tenth realms by refining his gods and body, and he has advanced all the way on the tenth realms. I have seen his ambition...to enter the eleventh realm."

"But the eleventh realm... is too difficult, too difficult..."

"Therefore, this alien emperor gathers the power of the dragon veins of the middle earth, and Lishan... suppresses the last dragon vein... Now that Gu's will has recovered from the green mountains, Lishan's bedroom is about to open..."

The voice has become more and more blurred at the back, like the sleepy whisper of a sleeping person, and the words have become a little intermittent.

An Le listened carefully.

The emperor stone figurine brought him here, naturally it was not without purpose.

As for what the purpose is, An Le still doesn't know yet.

When the stone figurine fell into complete silence and fell back into a deep sleep like it did at the beginning, An Le knew that if he wanted to awaken this peerless existence thousands of years ago, maybe... he would have to wait for him to step into the Sixth Realm and cut off the No. Only after the immortals on the 11th level have the opportunity to communicate again.

The mind withdrew from the space inside the Qingshan sword.

Outside, the wind and snow are still there.

An Le's palm still fell on the "Lishan" stele, looking at this ancient stele, vaguely felt the pulse of the stele when touching it...

It was like a pulse that spread from the depths of the ground all the way to the stone tablet.

hum...

From the green mountain of the bamboo sword, a sword qi suddenly shot out, cutting a tiny crack on the stone tablet. As for the sword qi, it disappeared without a trace the moment it hit the stone tablet.

Zhao Huangting was sitting in the snow, he was very old at the moment, but his face was very calm.

He looked at Anle complicatedly, and looked at this Lishan Mountain.

Zhao Huangting has traveled all over Middle Earth on foot, even without this marked stone tablet, he can still know where this mountain is.

Mount Li...the place where the bones of the famous emperor were buried thousands of years ago.

Coincidence?
The awakened will in the green hills brought peace... to his own grave.

Even such a strong man, will he still remember it?

In other words, after thousands of years have passed, that existence... still has the chance to wake up and truly see the mountains and rivers in the world?

Zhao Huangting felt a little cold, he lost his cultivation, he could only feel the chill between heaven and earth, eroding his body all the time, he could feel life passing away very clearly.

When the fire of Nirvana burns out, death is naturally.

Zhao Huangting had already made preparations. He used to think that he would die in Yuanmeng Dadu, and he would end up in a very miserable end.

Perhaps, the head was beheaded, and the body was hung on the tower for public display...

However, he still set foot in Dadu without complaint or regret, and fought with Emperor Yuanmeng with all his strength, without reservation, without leaving any way out for himself.

This is a person who is about to die, so there is no way out.

"This is the underground palace where the emperor slept. It is rumored that... there is an opportunity to hit the eleventh level. For thousands of years, many strong people have tried to enter, but they all failed."

"The one...bringing you here may have given you a chance to set foot in the palace?"

Zhao Huangting took a breath in the wind and snow with some difficulty, the cold air penetrated into his mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe.

At this moment, he is just an old ordinary old man.

"Are you going into the mountains?"

"If you want to enter the mountain, just find a place and put the old man down."

Zhao Huangting said with a smile.

An Le carried the sword box on his back, withdrew his hand on the stone tablet, and wore a green mountain on his waist. His eyes fell on the old man, and he said with a smile, "What did you say, senior..."

"Now is not the time to enter. The bedroom is about to be opened but has not yet opened, and I... am too weak to enter for the time being."

"We must strive to have the qualifications to set foot in the palace before it opens."

An Le glanced at Lishan Mountain under the wind and snow, and let out a sigh of relief.

Then he said: "We have to hurry up and leave."

"Where does the senior want to go back?"

An Le carried Zhao Huangting on his back, and the blood in his body surged, dispelling the chill brought by the surrounding wind and snow, making Zhao Huangting's pale complexion look better.

Zhao Huangting listened to An Le's question, but a little dazed appeared in his eyes.

Back to where?
home of course...

"Go home, but... where is home?"

Zhao Huangting murmured.

An Le heard the words, raised her head, and felt the snowflakes of ice crystals drifting down. The heavy snow always makes it easy to get lost on the way home.

"Go back to Taimiao?"

An Le asked.

The Taimiao of Lin'an Prefecture.

The place where Anle met the old man, the place where the old man gave Anle Qingshan.

The place where everything begins.

Zhao Huangting lay on An Le's back, his stooped body trembled slightly, and a little light flickered in his eyes.

"Lin'an... Taimiao..."

Is that his Zhao Huangting's home?

However, after staying in the Taimiao for 500 years, even if he didn't admit it, it was the place where he had the most memories after all.

"No need, go back to Jianchi Palace."

Zhao Huangting lay on An Le's shoulder, thought for a while, and changed his tone.

The Taimiao is in Lin'an Mansion, and the current Lin'an Mansion is not a friendly place for Anle.

Zhao Prison in Dali Temple in Lin'an Prefecture is always ready for peace and happiness.

Once An Le set foot in Lin'an, the unbelievable son of the Zhao family would laugh from ear to ear, and would never hesitate to make a move.

However, An Le smiled: "Senior, I will soon go to this Lin'an mansion as soon as I want, and leave whenever I want, so even if I go to Lin'an, there is no problem."

"Sixth Mountain Master said, to save my predecessors, I have fulfilled the third requirement left by the holy master. The first requirement is to become the number one scholar in the imperial examination. , set foot in the top three of the little saint list."

This request is difficult to say.

However, in the name of being challenged by those on the Xiaosheng list, there shouldn't be any problem getting into Lin'an.

At least, there will be no problems until he fails the challenge.

Zhao Huangting also wanted to understand the reason after hearing the words.

Indeed, with the temperament of the emperor of the Zhao family, if An Le Ruo really went to Lin'an in the name of the Holy Mountain, this emperor really didn't dare to do anything to An Le before the dust settled.

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting couldn't help but smiled: "You have already made plans, so why don't you ask me what this old man is doing... just go."

"You and I met in the Ancestral Temple, and sending the old man back to the Ancestral Temple now is the end of a fate."

Zhao Huangting said softly.

An Le could not help but smile.

"Senior, let's go."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Between one answer and one answer.

The young man carried the old man on his back, step by step, crashing into the wind and snow.

……

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What happened in Yuanmeng Dadu has already spread throughout the world.

The mystery hidden in the green mountain of the bamboo sword was also revealed to the world at this moment, making many strong people understand that this once very inconspicuous sword is actually the same as the peerless sword that was peerless thousands of years ago. About the Emperor.

For a while, some people were jealous, some were hot inside, and some were extremely embarrassed.

Those who are jealous naturally want to seize the green mountain and replace it, while those who sigh feel that such an ancient emperor has still fallen in the years, and they can't help feeling the sadness that no one in the world can live forever.

Of course, the young man holding the sword on Qingshan was also considered to be the successor of the eternal existence, and he jumped into the eyes of all the powerful and powerful for a while.

He broke the plan of the emperor of the Zhao family in Lin'an Mansion, and rang the sword bell 36 times in Jianchi Palace. The combined reputation of these two events is not as eye-catching as the heir to the will of the eternal emperor.

It is undeniable that the first two achievements are indeed quite impressive, but the shadow of a person's famous tree, even if some people have died for thousands of years, their reputation alone is still unusual, which is enough to stir up the situation.

That is how the emperor who brought the world into one and unified the world existed.

Therefore, Anle, as the will successor of such an existence, is naturally extraordinary.

Of course, there was another incident that attracted the attention of various forces. The will of the eternal emperor appeared in the world, and the ancient tomb under the Lishan Mountain outside Chang'an seemed to be opening.

There are secrets related to the eleven realms hidden in that ancient tomb.

Ten thousand years ago, the first emperor claimed to have set foot on the Eleventh Realm and overlooked the world. Now, this secret world has naturally aroused great madness. That's a big enough thing to unbalance the mind.

Therefore, without hesitation, many strong men directly chose to go to the ancient city of Chang'an, to that ancient mountain that was famous for an ancient tomb.

At the foot of Mount Li.

Not long after An Le left with Zhao Huangting on his back.

A howl of sound that tore through the wind and snow erupted suddenly, and a burly figure stepped forward, and the boiling blood was swept away instantly, and the wind and snow disappeared.

The comer was like a scorching sun, suspended high in the air, and his blood was wrapped around his body like a dragon.

It was the Yuanmeng Emperor who bent his bow and forced back the Tianmen.

"One sword pierced through the air, and came here... Nostalgic? Or..."

Emperor Yuanmeng stood with his hands behind his back, step by step, and his eyes fell on the Lishan stele.

There is a trace cut out by the sword energy on the stone tablet.

After a glance, he didn't continue to pay attention, his eyes were deep, staring at the mountain.

Mount Li, the tomb of the eternal emperor, is said to contain a huge secret, a secret that can break through the tenth realm and set foot on the eleventh realm. For this secret, Emperor Yuanmeng was curious and moved.

In the eleventh realm, even he couldn't figure out the way, and was wasting his time trying.

Staring at Lishan, Emperor Yuanmeng closed his eyes, his mind swept across the entire mountain and every corner of the earth like a storm.

He could feel a majestic earth-colored dragon entrenched in Lishan Mountain.

"The last dragon vein..."

"After Degu devours the eight dragon veins, this palace, which has been sealed for thousands of years, will open automatically."

"The mystery hidden in it will be revealed again!"

"Gu Ye will finally meet the peerless emperor who lived thousands of years ago."

……

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The heavy snow is very regional.

A little further south, the heavy snow turned into drizzle, and gradually even the drizzle disappeared, leaving only dull evening clouds rolling in the sky.

With Zhao Huangting on her back, An Le rushed all the way to the Canglang River.

The Yuanmeng Empire responded early, and many troops and strong men began to search and investigate, wanting to capture An Le and Zhao Huangting.

Although Emperor Yuanmeng let An Le leave, he only let him leave Dadu.

This is already regarded as the face that Emperor Yuanmeng gave to the peerless emperor thousands of years ago.

After all, Zhao Huangting went north to challenge, climbed the tower of the Yuanmeng capital, and left intact without dying. This naturally slapped the face of the Yuanmeng Empire.

Therefore, although the Emperor Yuanmeng didn't say anything, the intelligence agencies of the Yuanmeng Empire spread the news one after another, and the practitioners stationed in the major cities rushed to capture Anle and Zhao Huangting.

However, strangely, the two seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

On the contrary, Wan Jieliu's figure was discovered, which attracted many strong men to hunt him down.

However, it is not an easy task to hunt down a strong man of the Nine Realms.

As for the sixth mountain lord of the holy mountain swaggering in the north, none of the strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire would look for trouble foolishly, which made the sixth mountain lord who wanted to share and attract the attention of the army cold A rare expression of dissatisfaction on the Internet.

The strong men of the Yuanmeng Empire were really puzzled, where could the youth of the five realms hide with a dying old man on his back?

After the search was fruitless, the powerhouses of the Yuanmeng Empire focused their strength on the defense line of the Canglang River.

If you can't find An Le and Zhao Huang Ting, then wait for them to throw themselves into the trap, after all, the two of them must cross the south of the Yangtze River.

Since we are going south...

As long as he showed his face, it was tantamount to being exposed, and his whereabouts would definitely be known.

One of the five realms wants to break through the line of defense...

But it's definitely not that easy.

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Canglang River, south bank.

In the camp of the Ye family army.

Ye Longsheng was wearing a white robe, sitting quietly in the tent, with the sword Man Jianghong on his waist, reading the secret letter sent back by the spies in the Northland.

Ye Wenxi was dressed in red, and stood obediently on the side.

"Grandpa, can we go support them?"

As soon as Ye Longsheng put down the letter, Ye Wenxi immediately asked.

Seeing Ye Wenxi's anxious and worried face, Ye Longsheng smiled helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to support, but... I don't know how to support."

"If we can know their whereabouts, we can raise troops to cross the river, attract the attention of the Yuanmeng barbarians, and make it less stressful for them to cross the river."

"Ke Anle and the old emperor... seem to have evaporated in the northern world, and no one knows their whereabouts."

"The old emperor can understand that when the fire of Nirvana burns out his cultivation base, he has become like a mortal. A mortal has no vitality, and walking the vast northern land is naturally like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"An Le's words... at least he is a five-level cultivator, and many nine-level powerhouses have raided and inspected, but they can't find any trace..."

Ye Longsheng touched Man Jianghong on his waist and said softly.

Ye Wenxi thought for a while: "It should be because of that bamboo sword..."

"The bamboo sword and the green mountain have the function of hiding the breath. I can't see through Anle's cultivation base under the concealment of the bamboo sword."

"Therefore, it's normal that it's hard to detect if you hold this sword and deliberately hide your aura."

Hearing this, Ye Longsheng quite agreed with this statement. Thinking of the sword wielded by An Le, he couldn't help but think of the grand occasion that happened in front of Yuanmeng Metropolis under the prying eyes of Yuanshen, and the will to recover that shocked the world.

After a long time, a bright light rose in his eyes.

"How can China be without arrogance, and how can a foreign race be called an emperor... Well said, how can China be without arrogance? The mountains and rivers of China are the homeland of us people in China."

Ye Longsheng said softly.

It's a pity that the emperor of the Zhao family in Lin'an Mansion only thought about longevity, and had no intention of the Northern Expedition at all.

He had obviously written so many memorials, explaining that now is the best time for the Northern Expedition, but the emperor of the Zhao family just refused.

If the delay continues, it will only become more and more unfavorable to the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Emperor Yuanmeng is now sacrificing the dragon veins of Zhongtu. The more it drags on, the more and more Tianjiao in Yuanmeng will be, and there will be more and more strong ones. In the end, they will no longer be able to stop and restrict them.

For the Emperor Yuanmeng, the sacrifice of the dragon veins of the earth was an opportunity and a bondage. It was the best opportunity for the Northern Expedition of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

It is even possible to find a way out of a dead game.

"It would be great if the emperor of the Zhao family had the vigor of the old emperor uncle..."

Ye Longsheng sighed lightly.

"Grandpa, tell me... where will An Le and the old emperor go?"

Ye Wenxi hated the emperor of the Zhao family very much now, and didn't want to hear anything about the emperor of the Zhao family, so she couldn't help asking.

However, Ye Longsheng has not yet waited for an answer.

A sharp arrow quickly plundered from outside the tent.

Ye Longsheng raised his hand and grabbed the sharp arrow.

There are documents hidden on it.

Spreading out the document and taking a look, Ye Longsheng's eyes froze slightly.

"The location where An Le and the old emperor crossed the river south... I know."

Ye Longsheng stood up, and the armor hanging on the rack was immediately added to his body.

He patted Ye Wenxi on the shoulder.

Then he took a step forward and walked out of the tent. As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he was met by two hurried figures.

It was Diao Sihe, the supervisor of the military attache sent by the emperor of the Zhao family.

When the two saw Ye Longsheng, the expression of the Ziyi Temple changed slightly, and he raised the edict in his hand: "General Ye, Your Majesty has orders."

However, Ye Longsheng just glanced at Diao Si, as if he already knew what the intention was, so he didn't bother to pay attention.

The blood on his body immediately poured into the sky like a startled dragon, and the surging sound resounded through the entire camp.

"Ye Jiajun obey orders!"

"Reorganize the army! Prepare the boat! Go practice with Yuanmeng Barbarian, and cover Mr. An and the old emperor!"

"Cross the river!"

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